🌑 Night Queen – Veil of the Void (SDXL LoRA)
An eternal enigma from the darkness of space. A beguiling predator suspended between brilliance and oblivion.
🤖 SDXL LoRA Model Details
TRained on my generation form a previous models
Designed for cinematic eerie horror, introspective portraiture, and dark erotic science fiction. Perfect for haunting NSFW scenes, retro-futuristic labs, and unsettling escape narratives.
🔍 Visual Blueprint
Hair: Ebony, weightless, soft gravity—flows like dark mist
Eyes: Glowing brown-black, pupils unreadable, betraying both depth and emptiness
Skin: Milky-white with a soft, almost wet sheen—like moonlight on still water
Physique: Towering supermodel form with medium to large breasts; elegance over overt eroticism
Facial Features: High cheekbones, smooth lips, slender nose—etched in frozen perfection
Aura: Icy and distant when unseen; softly magnetic when observed—always otherworldly
🎨 Mood & Themes
Atmosphere: Flickering 80s film grain, strobe-lit corridors, smoky lab shadows
Orientations: Horror sci-fi, gothic vampirism, psychological suspense, undefined morality
Subtext: She is danger personified—but curiosity glimmers like extinction’s spark
Range: Intimate close-ups, full-body lab scenes, escape silhouetted by firelight
⚙️ Prompt Recipes
1. Poetic Portrait (Atmospheric & Haunting)
<lora:Night_Queen_Veil_LoRA:0.7> 1girl, long black hair, glowing brown eyes, pale glossy skin, medium breasts, nude, cinematic film grain, soft strobe light, uncanny beauty, haunting stare, sci‑fi horror lab CopyEdit
<lora:Night_Queen_Veil_LoRA:0.7> 1girl, long black hair, glowing brown eyes, pale glossy skin, medium breasts, nude, cinematic film grain, soft strobe light, uncanny beauty, haunting stare, sci‑fi horror lab
2. Silent Lab Encounter (Suspense-Driven)
…+ broken crystal pod, mist drifting in lab, soft red pulse light, upper body, face half‑lit, eyes locked on camera, poised predator, retro 80s control panels behind CopyEdit
…+ broken crystal pod, mist drifting in lab, soft red pulse light, upper body, face half‑lit, eyes locked on camera, poised predator, retro 80s control panels behind
3. Final Departure Silhouette (Tragedy & Release)
…+ silhouette in shuttle doorway, backlit by engine flare, hair drifting, light halo at edges, reflective visor on male figure turning toward her—focus on her outline and eyes peering back CopyEdit
…+ silhouette in shuttle doorway, backlit by engine flare, hair drifting, light halo at edges, reflective visor on male figure turning toward her—focus on her outline and eyes peering back
🛠️ Settings & Techniques
Weight: 0.5 – 1.0 (optimal begins at 0.7)
Sampler: DPM++ 2M Karras or Euler A
Steps: 35 – 45 (preserves atmospheric nuance)
CFG Scale: 6 – 7 (balances realism vs. mood)
Resolution: 1024Ă—1536 for scene shots; 2048Ă—2048 for portraits
Add-ons:
ControlNet OC for head tilt, silhouette flow
ADetailer to refine eyes, lips, hair flyaways
Film Grain Overlay to reinforce retro ambiance
❌ Negative Prompt
cartoon, lowres, saturated colors, extra limbs, explicit gore, broken anatomy, text overlays, over-lit backgrounds CopyEdit
cartoon, lowres, saturated colors, extra limbs, explicit gore, broken anatomy, text overlays, over-lit backgrounds
🏷️ Civitai Tags
Night Queen, 1girl, solo, nude, black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, gothic beauty, haunting, horror sci‑fi, cinematic, film grain, 80s, space vampire, undead, mystery, laboratory, strobe light, silhouette, silent predator, ethereal, uncanny CopyEdit
Night Queen, 1girl, solo, nude, black hair, brown eyes, pale skin, gothic beauty, haunting, horror sci‑fi, cinematic, film grain, 80s, space vampire, undead, mystery, laboratory, strobe light, silhouette, silent predator, ethereal, uncanny
🎖️ Use Cases
Haunting H‑movie stills where she is the final enigma
Portraits of alien fascination & dread
Sci‑fi horror labs with flickering lamps and aborted experiments
Final scenes of escape, surrender, emotional rupture
📖 Story – “Echoes of The Void”
(~1,400 words)
I. Oblivion Awakes
Amid the helium clouds around Titan release station lies Cryo-Pod 47—a cold crystal cocoon in a deserted wing. It should have remained sealed. Instead, a minor power surge rattles lab panels. Doors hiss; lights dim; thermal fog drifts.
She stirs.
Hair drapes like ink; bruised deep red eyelids peel back.
Night Queen moves. An echo of living flesh across frozen machinery.
They called her Subject Genesis. They called her Example Nine. But she remembered only darkness—and stars.
With a single step, she crosses into the lab’s sterile spotlight. Her body arrests every beam. Soft curves become weapons; pale thighs and ribs shine under layer-light. Brown-black eyes open tide-wide, captivating, vague.
II. Innocence in the Eye of the Beast
Carter, staff linguist and second technician on shift, watches through thick glass. A tremor in his chest as his reflection merges with hers. He leaves a glass of warm tea by her door—an act of kindness no one expected.
She turns. Touches the glass.
That night, Carter hears her humming—a distant lullaby, broken and cold, like wandering stars.
Next morning, the nightwatch is gone. Vapor-cracked gloves lie behind Carter’s terminal. He speaks only in whispers:
“She sang me to sleep.”
III. Feast of Echoing Souls
The death toll surges. Ashed bodies. Drained husks of crew. Windows crack inwards. Lights flood red.
She slinks through corridors silently, feline.
But she bypasses Carter’s cabin.
There she pauses. Presses her forehead to the icy steel floor.
Listening.
IV. The Wound We Both Carry
Carter confronts her. No weapons. Just quiet.
“Are you… alone?” he says.
Her gaze shifts—something akin to memory flickers in her darkness.
In the following days, she breaches containment to share tea again. Their whispered conversation vibrates sensors but never triggers warnings.
They speak of Parker’s goats across Earth’s plains. Of his mother’s mourning songs. Of silent heavens. She tilts her head like an interested cat.
Does she learn? Or consume?
V. Collapse
Shuttle alarms shriek. Charging the main corridor.
A group of soldiers bursts in—guns drawn.
Carter steps between her and the squad. Fear coats his voice: “Don’t kill.”
She lifts an arm. The soldiers collapse—backs snap, necks twisted.
She lowers the limb. She obeys Carter.
Blood beads on her palm.
Yet she does not drink.
VI. Escape or Oblivion
Smoke floods the loading bay. The shuttle’s engines glow purple-blast.
Carter, distraught, staggers forward. Lags. Hitches. He’s sealed inside.
Night Queen stands back.
She could leap to him. Touch him. But she doesn't move.
Tears mist in Carter’s eyes.
He calls back—“Come with me.”
Her hair drifts in stasis. Her lips crack in half-smile.
Without warning, she steps into the hover-flame, turning toward the station’s core.
Light envelops her.
She is gone.
VII. Aftermath
Carter survives, wounded. The shuttle’s footage goes dark as station implodes. He nurses silence in the cabin, tepid tea gone cold around him.
But then—static hiss.
A distant voice glimmers: the same lullaby melody, slowed.
Carter leans forward, listening as tears stream down his face.
He closes his eyes.
She lives.
The scientist who first recorded Crewman Parker’s cows across Titan said nothing. Only one datum was logged: “Time dilation. Subject hums Old Earth lullaby—remains stationary.”